This is a song about "Left"

Carol city or was it the west

Take the exit, the nearest left

But he was lifeless, not a pulse left

Plus 11-99 in his muthafuckin' chest

Blow trees like a hurricane

Right now using my left brain

I left for one summer,

Going broke, no sir

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

Contending factions, left with descending passions.

That left ya without hope

Motivated just from being broke

Im being pulled left and right

Must be a lady in tha light

Got nothing left to say

Gotta say it was a good day